"Almost a year." 

"In a few weeks.

"Who would have thought--"

"I did, Honey," Jacob interjected. "I hoped. These eleven months together have been wonderful."

My brown eyes locked in on his. "Loving you is awesome." In the depth of our town's forest, I looked at the nearby banyan tree. "That's where we had our first kiss."

"That's why I selected this spot for our picnic." On our patchwork quilt, Jacob unpacked the lunch he had prepared for us. “Who else plans ahead to take a Tuesday off to revel in the beauty of our planet?” 

“I never have. Before you.”

“I’m a good influence, Honey.”

“I’m glad today is an unusually warm one in our town. It’s not even spring yet.” I edged off my running shoes and took a gander at the sky. The stretch of blue was filled with white clouds, strategically placed to filter sunshine.

Jacob filled my plate. "Want to get a little warmer?" he inquired with the London lilt that enchanted my eardrums.

I inched closer to his side, wrapped my arms around his torso, and whispered in his ear, "Yes."

He released the food.

We shared a deep kiss, our bodies melding. He squeezed my hips through my yellow shorts.

The roots of the sprawling tree swayed as our passion grew. 

I massaged Jacob's strong back under his tongue-in-cheek brownie t-shirt.

In the soil surrounding us, the blades of grass yearned to escape skyward, the pebbles rattled, and the scattered daffodils, daisies, and dandelions glowed deeper with invigorated chlorophyll.

As I retreated from bear hug, the air swirling around us diminished to a stiff breeze.

Jacob tried to catch his breath. A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered above us. "Your powers continue to astonish my senses." 

"All this flora and fauna really gets to me." I observed the solid tentacles of the banyan return to their previous positions. Then, since I was hungry, I began munching the sandwich on my plate.

Jacob followed suit, speaking between bites. “And vice versa. If only we could harness your force of nature for good." 

"Instead of evil?"

A series of crackles sounded from beyond the confines of our arboreal enclave. 

"Was that you again?" Jacob wondered aloud.

"No. It came from over there."

He sneaked toward the foliage barrier to investigate. "It's probably a squirrel. What other human beings would be out and about these woods during the middle of a weekday?" Jacob pushed a few leaves aside. "Huh."

I went to discover what had piqued my boyfriend's curiosity.

A few yards away in a clearing down the small hill leading away from our picnic, a foursome of other nature lovers were setting up camp. 

"They look familiar." Jacob kept his voice low as we remained cloaked by the shrubbery.

I told him I recognized the quartet as friends of the coworkers of our friend Stella. "My bestie is well connected." 

Jacob had seen them around town, occasionally in the grocery store he managed, shopping for peach cobbler. "Sometimes the woman in the pink shirt and the guy in the cargo shorts come in with their kids, who rarely cause any trouble."

"The pink ringer tee, that's Claire, who Stella says is kind-hearted. Cargo shorts and plaid shirt is Claire's husband Scooter," I informed Jacob. "And they're close with Gina, with the fluffy black hair, and her husband Kyle, in the red soccer jersey. They didn’t grow up here, but I think they are around my age."

"Isn't Gina some kind of bigwig at City Hall?"

"Yeah, and I saw Claire interviewed on the local news last month. All of them are government officials, except Kyle, the investment banker turned environmental artiste."

Jacob peered through the wall of vegetation separating us from the slope leading to their intimate glen. "Looks like they're pitching a tent."

I peeked between the leaves as well. "Only one tent?"

"It looks large enough to fit four people. Possibly six."

"They are two couples, though. Wouldn't they each want privacy?"

Jacob shrugged. "Sure?"

"For example, what if Stella and Pan asked us to go camping with them?" I shifted my bottom back to our quilt to consume more of my lunch.

"I see your point. Also, I would still want a six-person shelter for just the two of us. I like my space." Jacob heard something. He squinted at the party of four. "Did you just say that Scooter is married to Claire?"

"That's correct."

"Then why is he gnawing on Gina's neck?"

I reluctantly left my meal behind and clambered next to my boyfriend. Following his view, I saw Scooter standing behind Gina, his palms disappearing inside her orange jogging shorts, right in front of their unperturbed spouses. "I didn't know they were that close."

"Are we watching something we shouldn't?" Jacob whispered.

"Are we?"

Neither of us moved from our crouched stance in our hideout.

…

"Someone's feeling their oats," Claire said, as she secured the tent pegs in the dirt. She glanced at Gina guiding Scooter to find a place to sit.

"Gina has been eager for this midweek vacation," Kyle replied, checking that the poles were inserted correctly. "And she plans to take advantage of the warm weather."

Claire walked over to the cluster of wooden Adirondack chairs encircling the fire pit. She noticed that in addition to their groping, Scooter and Gina had begun to remove their outer layers of clothing as they shared a seat.

Sinking into her own adjacent chair, Claire expressed her surprise. "You two don't even hold hands when the four of us are in public."

Scooter unbuttoned the green plaid shirt he was wearing over a loose tank top. "Because not everyone is accepting of the arrangement the four of us have."

Claire crossed her arms. "Being poly isn't a crime," she pouted.

"Sometimes it feels that way," Kyle voiced from the rear of the waterproof edifice.

"But today, everyone we know is at work, Claire." Gina wriggled in Scooter's lap. "We're the only people in town who would think of taking a few vacation days in the middle of the week." She shed her blue athletic top and matching knee socks.

“And, I am getting a bit warm.” Scooter eased the straps of Gina’s sport bra off her shoulders.

"I just want to feel this moment," Gina chirped, as she pawed at Scooter's shorn, black coils. "With this sylvan privacy, we can be as public as we want to be, without judgment."

“What if someone sees us?” Claire challenged, though she was warming to the idea as Kyle ambled over. He rested on the arm of Claire's seat. She placed her palm on his knee.

"When we checked in," Kyle recalled, "didn’t the park ranger say we had the only reservation scheduled for the whole week?”

“That’s true,” his wife replied. “And, she said park visitors rarely venture this far into the forest, so we should have this patch of greenery to ourselves.”

“Then if we’re all alone…” Claire mused.

“Doesn’t seem to be anyone around.” Scooter unzipped his cargo shorts.

“Anything goes?” Kyle proposed.

“Unless,” Gina looked at the multicolored structure they had just erected, “Claire would prefer Scooter and I get cozy in the tent?”

“Not a lot of maneuverability for four active people in there,” Claire surmised.

“Not all at the same time.” Kyle walked to the screened patio piled high with supplies.

“It’s good for sleeping,” Scooter said, tossing his weathered tank onto an empty Adirondack.

Claire unbuckled her train conductor striped overalls. She leaned over to kiss her husband’s lips. “I’m not sleepy.”

Behind them, Kyle spread a tarp on a patch of grass. Then he rolled out one of their double sleeping bags on top of the blue plastic. “Bush party.”

Claire stepped out of her pants and joined Kyle on the insulated rectangle. “My bush first.”

Kyle stood in front of Claire. He placed his index finger on the damp spot growing on her cotton panties. “Let’s go crazy.”

Shorts off, Gina and Scooter rotated their chair for a better view. Scooter drew his black boxer briefs to his ankles so he could stroke his plump dick with one hand and pleasure his friend's wife with the other. Gina lowered her sports bra to let her natural brown titties hang free. 

Kyle stripped off his red jersey, baring his toned chest. He and Claire sat down on the sleeping bag. “Ouch.” Kyle dug under the tarp. He retrieved the angular stone that had jabbed his rump. “I should have cleared the grass first.”

Claire shucked her panties, exposing her untrimmed mound to the open air. “You’ll remember next time.”

Kyle lay down and dove in nose first. “Will I?” His black tresses mingled with her dark and curlies.

Claire leaned back, balancing on her palms. Her moist haven leaked onto Kyle’s lips as he teased her swelling clit with his nostrils. She widened her brown thighs to give Kyle a better angle. “That’s the way I like it.”

…

"Oh my gosh," I gasped from our secret perch.

Jacob gave me a nudge. 

I glimpsed that my own beau was visibly aroused by the confluence of events. Amused, I made a goofy face at his zipper.

He rolled his eyes. "Not me." He silently showed me that the flower petals closest to my crotch were vibrating. 

"Uh oh," I lamented.

"Uh oh," he echoed with a smile.

…

As Claire was getting her pussy lapped by her friend's husband, Claire's husband was fingering her friend's pussy. Gina still had her panties on, but she pulled them to the side, with her left foot balancing on the arm of the chair. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her fingers found her dark areolas and gave them a much needed rub, her nipples stiffening as Scooter kept his thumb on her clit.

Mewls of desire reverberated around the secluded glade.

"Gina," Claire called out as Kyle's taste buds went spelunking in her cavern.

"Claire?" Gina had her wet slit grinding on Scooter's skillful fingers while her rump was gyrating on his cock head.

"You remember that position Kyle showed us that he wanted to see us in? Like those two women by the pool?"

Gina moaned with her eyes closed. "Yeah."

"You want to try it?"

Gina nodded. "Oh yeah."

"Then get over here!" Claire yelled.

Kyle retreated from Claire, who had gotten buck naked in a flash.

Gina tore herself away from Scooter's digits, left her panties behind, and sat next to her equally nude pal. "You ready for this?" Gina offered her pinky.

Claire linked her little finger with Gina's and tugged. "Ready as I'll ever be." Then she turned to Kyle. "How do you want us?"

Kyle blinked at them. "I am stunned that this is actually happening."

Claire rubbed his muscular arm. "But it's your fantasy."

"I didn't think it would actually come true."

Gina took charge. She lay back on the sleeping bag with her knees bent, her soles planted, and tits to the sky. Her fingers found her soaked vulva. "I'm licking. Hop on, Claire."

Claire lowered herself onto Gina and crawled up her torso--leaving a juicy trail from Gina’s belly button to her chest--until her tushie hovered over Gina's chin.

"Yesss," Kyle mumbled as he attempted to remove his jeans before he took off his hiking boots. He glanced at Scooter who was grinning at the sight of his wife sitting on another woman's face. 

"Can we help?" Scooter asked, as Claire set her knees on either side of Gina's shoulders in a pussy licking doggy style pose.

"You can stroke." Gina adjusted Claire's sweaty thighs on the sides of her head.

"Each other." Claire balanced on her hands, her breasts swaying. 

Kyle, who had finally untied his boots, waved Scooter over. 

Gina caressed Claire's derriere. "Let us know when you're--"

"We're ready!" The men shouted, seated cross-legged inches away from their wives, cocks in firm grips.

Claire bounced her bum as her clit oscillated on Gina's enthusiastic tongue, while Gina gave her own crevice a proper fingering.

"I've only done this a few times previously," Gina explained to Claire between licks, "so let me know if--"

"It's so good," Claire groaned, her head thrown back, her straight dark hair sweeping across her shoulder blades. Her toes twitched against Gina's upper arms. "Why haven't I done this before?"

"Your pussy tastes scrumdiddlyumptious, Claire." Gina whirled her tongue against her partner's dewy inner walls. "We can do this any time you like."

Scooter and Kyle's grunts increased as Kyle's precum dribbled across Scooter's knuckles. "Dude, you are awesome at jerking my cock," Kyle lauded.

"I've had a lot of personal practice," Scooter panted.

"You know, if you ever want…" Kyle trailed off.

“I do want.” Scooter gave his friend’s shaft an affectionate squeeze. "After they're done, let's give them a show." He pumped into Scooter’s fist.

"I'll need to catch my second wind, but aye-aye, captain."

Claire was getting close, but the overstimulation from the great outdoors was urging the other members of her party to reach their climaxes more quickly. Gina was screaming into Claire's quim while their husbands were spurting thick loads all over each other’s convulsing bodies.

Continuing her grind on Gina’s talented mouth, Claire could see a few feet away from her up the slight incline, the bushes were moving, just a little. She tried to focus on the almost imperceptible undulation of the dense plants, but Claire lost her concentration. She felt Gina's thumbs tapping an insistent rhythm on the hood of her clit.

"Is that a--" Claire couldn't finish the question, because Gina was sucking the lady cum out of her. Claire gripped the sleeping bag, screeching so loud that if anyone in a mile radius hadn't known there was an orgy happening in the forest before, they definitely knew now.

Once Claire regained control of her senses, she slumped to her elbows and rolled to her side. "I love nature."

Kyle pressed his lips against her forehead. "Thanks for making my fantasy come true."

The four partners heaved together in a pile of messy limbs on the sleeping bag, sticky and salty and satisfied.

In the bushes up the hill from the campsite, a twig snapped.

"What was that?" Gina scanned the presumably unoccupied area surrounding them.

"A squirrel?" Scooter suggested, his arm streaked with Kyle's semen.

…

We darted back to the blanket and lay flat on our tummies.

"Shhh," I mouthed to Jacob with my index finger over my lips.

"You shhh," he mouthed back. “Why didn’t I spot that branch under my shin?”

“Are they taking aim at us? Why are we lying down?”

“I was going to ask you.”

I heard a voice from the valley say, "Let's get dressed inside the tent, in case any snoopers return." That was followed by a cacophony of rustling and giggles, which eventually quieted after what I assumed was a loud zip of the tent door.

I lumbered to a seated position and Jacob followed. "What an unexpected turn of events," I murmured.

"Lunch and a show." He found a wipe for his hands, then he lifted a pie tin from the soft cooler. "Dessert?"

I found two bowls. "Cobbler me."

Jacob heaped generous servings for both of us. “Honestly, I imagined they would get wilder in these surroundings.”

“That fourgy wasn’t rowdy enough for you? What else were you anticipating?”

“We’re in the woods. How about some furry action?”

I growled at him and fashioned my hands into claw shapes. “Roar, I’m a tiger.”

“You mean a cougar," Jacob snickered. "I’m convinced.” 

“Have you ever engaged in such activities?”

“Outdoors, or in front of spectators?”

“Either. Or both.”

“Neither.” Jacob gave me my bowl. “Have you? Other than...”

"Not live, and not in a bucolic setting with all these plants, due to…"

Jacob nodded, well aware of my lack of control over my organic abilities. "Would you ever like to?"

"Maybe? Can I think about it over cobbler?" 

As we prepared to spoon tiny mounds of peach pastry into each other's pie holes, a shadowy figure bounded at us from the bushes, eliciting an "Eep!" from Jacob.

Standing over our quilt was a jubilant Claire, clad in Kyle's hiking boots, Gina's shorts, and her husband's grass stained tank top, which barely covered Claire's puffy areolas. 

Jacob and I stared at this semi-stranger with our jaws agape.

Claire jabbed her finger in our direction. "I knew it!"